Jan's Poetic Collection

An accidental intro,
The tender voice,
A mystified expression,
Depicts the simplicity engraved,
Ignorant of what lies ahead,
Unaware, why I'm so anxious to meet,
Wondering if I'll be left dumb,
As if smitten by the most deadly worm.

Imaginations are confined to a shell,
Thinking of you puts me in a well,
Dreaming of what I've to face,
Will my pulse beat, like a rocket in space?
My thoughts have gone fervent,
Activating even the most dormant,
Yet I'm hoping for the best,
Wishing my soul gets no fiasco.